IRMA RAVAGES ME AS HER COCKWHORE AND SLAVE
by Hamlet



"When's the last time someone fucked you really hard Christopher?"

The fact that her hand remained relatively tight around my throat was probably
a sign that it was a rhetorical question, not that I wanted to tell her
anyway. It had been over a year ago that my last relationship ended, and since
then I had decided to give up and live the single life. Which was probably why
I was so wet. My body was so sex starved that it was responding to any sort of
stimuli. That had to be it.

She ground himself against my arse and we both groaned, though for different
reasons. I tried to float away, to let my mind wander away from what was
happening, but it was just so intense. Her fingers hurt but I could not deny
that they felt a pained sort of good. Slowly my body adjusted to the stretch,
and it was only her gloves causing any discomfort. I bit my lip against asking
her to take them off. I did not want to feel good damn it. I did not want to
feel anything.

Suddenly her hands were gone, and I found myself falling forward. Before I
could really react myself, my wrists were captured behind my back, held tight
together, and my face slammed into the mattress. I felt her shift, her other
hand yanking my hips up so that I was kneeling with my face shoved into the
sheets, and then my legs were pinned in place with one of hers. Seemingly
satisfied by my new predicament, she lazily slid her fingers inside of me
again. They felt different in this position, and once more the rough rubber
abraded my sensitive flesh.

"Please Mistress!"

I managed, turning my head so that it was not totally buried. "The gloves
Mistress." My voice was barely a whisper, and for a moment I was not sure she
heard me.

Slowly her thrusts stopped, and I felt her still. I swallowed hard, closing my
eyes, and said, "They hurt. Please Mistress!"

She made a thoughtful noise and I felt her fingers twist inside of me, making
me wince, before once more they were withdrawn.

"Don't move Christopher," she said, her voice dark, before releasing me. I
held perfectly still, unwilling to test her again. After only a moment, her
hand wrapped back around my wrists. Ever so slowly her two fingers slid back
inside of me, and I gasped, unable to stop myself. That felt amazing. They
were were much warmer, allowing me to enjoy it. Not that I wanted to.

There was another thoughtful noise. "You're right Christopher, this is
better," she said, almost conversationally, curling her fingers inside of me.
I had to bite back a moan.

"I can feel just how hot and wet you are. You are almost ready for me; I can
feel it. Let us see if we can do just one more. Christopher."

I twisted my head and bit down hard on the sheets as she slowly forced a third
finger inside my spasming arse. I was out of practice. It had been too long.
That was the only reason I was enjoying this.

She only thrust a few times before removing her fingers again. This time I
heard her fumble with something, something that sounded suspiciously like her
rubber pants.

"Alright lovely, let's see how well you take this strap on," she said, proving
my suspicions correct when I felt the head of her strap on land on my arse. I
whined, struggling forward, but her grip was impossible to break. Slowly she
pressed forward, taking her time until the head was firmly inside of me.

Ever so carefully, inch by inch she sank deep inside of me. If she were not a
rapist, I would think she was taking hier time so I could slowly get used to
her size. But that was ridiculous wasn't it?

Finally she bottomed out, and I groaned, pressing my face into the sheets. A
noise and her strap on twitched, making me gasp.

"Just another inch," she murmured, much to my dismay. "You can take it
darling."

I was not sure where she got that confidence, but as she made small gentle
thrusts, sending shivers down my spine, I felt myself loosening up. Finally,
she was completely buried and we both groaned.

"This arse was made for my strap on' she murmured, pulling back on my arms
until I was until I was up on my knees, whimpering at the strain on my
shoulders. She pressed a hot kiss to my shoulder. There was the slightest
graze of teeth, and then they sunk in. Hard.

I yelped, struggling to escape, but her grip on me was iron hard. Tears formed
in my eyes from the pain. All a sudden I was free, aside from her strap on
inside me. Off balance, I fell forward, just barely catching myself before
landing face first on the mattress.

A heavy hand landed between my shoulder blades, forcing me all the way down so
that only my arse was in the air. The other hand wrapped tight around my hip.
She must have decided that I was sufficiently warmed up, because when she
began to finally move, she thrust hard. It hurt, my body not totally prepared,
but it really hurt, if I was being honest. Not that I wanted to be. I was
trapped beneath a stranger, violated in unspeakable ways, and I hadn't been so
turned on, or experienced this much pain and pleasure, in literally years.

Before the pain could overtake the pleasure, she slowed down. I could not
figure out why until I felt her hand slide from my hip around to my front,
where two of her fingers pressed against my arse. "No!" I cried out, hands
scrambling on the sheets.

The only answer was another of her infuriating laughs. Undeterred by my
squirming, her fingers gently rubbed my arse, thrusts slow and steady. I
gasped, tears forming in my eyes. The way her fingers stroked me, like she
knew just how to manipulate my body, it was agonizing, and I felt my pleasure
building.

Her speed built back up until she was slamming into me just as hard. There was
no pain this time, only overwhelming excitement, her fingers keeping that
perfect amount of pressure.

The first ejaculation slammed into me without warning, and I cried out, my
movement body spasming and struggling the way it always did when I came. The
hand on my back pressed down harder, as if she knew what would happen, keeping
me firmly in place. The second ejaculation rolled over me, stealing my breath.
The third, the fourth, the fifth, everything started to roll together until I
could not tell where one ended and the next began.

"Please," I sobbed. "Please, I can't handle anymore Mistress!"

She made soft shushing movement slowing once more, long deep thrusts instead
of short rough ones. "You can do one more. Just one more, and it's all over
Christopher."

Once more I wondered where her confidence came from, but she was right. I
could already feel the next one building, and I knew it was going to be the
mother of all ejaculations. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I struggled against
it, overwhelmed and aching. When it finally crashed into me, I screamed, body
shaking and shuddering beneath her. I felt three more sharp thrusts and then
she groaned, slouching over me. A hot kiss was pressed to my throat, and I
shivered.

"You're always so lovely when you ejaculate sweetheart" she murmured in my
ear, and suddenly everything clicked into place. I had heard that exact phrase
before. Everything made sense. The voice, the gloves, the belt, the
mistressterful way she manipulated my body, how she knew for certain his too
big strap on would fit inside of me.

"Itma?" I asked tentatively.

Her deep chuckle rolled over me, and I found myself flipped onto my back, to
see someone I already knew. "I was wondering when you'd figure it out. I'm a
little offended it took so long darling."

My eyes started to water. I could not help it. I had not seen her a Senior
Cock Robin for five years.

"I didn't think you were ever coming back Mistress," I said, my voice
wavering. Her smile dropped and she cupped my face in her rubber gloved hand,
wiping away my tears while making soothing noises. The tears dried quickly,
and before I could stop myself, my hand related to her cheek.

". You couldn't have just shown up at my door or something Misress?"

She held my hand to the grin back on her lovely face I could see through her
rubber mask

'So we agreed that at some point I was going to sneak into your house without
warning and have my way with you yet again Christopher?"

I did remember that conversations now that she mentioned it,

"We had that talk when you screwed me before Mistress. And then you left."

"We didn't exactly put a time limit on it," she teased. "And I always intended
to come back for you to violate you again darling as your Mistress. I did not
want to say anything because I was not sure how long it would be and since
then I have returned to my Nation Norseland'.

"But you belong with me as my cockwhore and slave and you are on the Cockwhore
and Slave Register(CSR) , and I will never let you go sweetheart and for the
rest of your life you will be screwed mercilessly by Cock Robins like me."

The tears started up again, and she kissed me tenderly until they stopped

She murmured against my lips.

'I WILL RETURN AS YOUR COCK ROBIN

"TO SCREW AGAIN YOU MERCILESSLY DARLING!

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